So it seems impossible to even begin wrapping my head around all of these millions of brains and faces…
I got the milk cow.
I got the see-saw wooptie-woop straw man argument, blasted garden horror-show guilt trip.
I saw the pistol sex, spider hex, car wreck, star stripe, gutter line, main vein, strain gauge, class rage, Chomsky stereo-vision.
Eagles’ aerie don’t you dare change the channel, surfing weavers, busy beavers, damn sure sight eyesore city dweller, cellar feller, yeller dog ribbon, best in glowing toxic assets, temporarily turgid, tiger tales of brave…
Tales of woe man, whoa man-at-arms length personal space premium price nice sake bomber, soju wanna go to the shore?
Shoving match, itch up the scratch.
Snatch up the clams.
No bones about walking water, wine wasting, tasting treasure, treating pleasure like the enemy with flights of fancy pants three piece suits dancing with the cars, creeping down to the boulevard taco, standing room only food for thought crime drama saving mamas from the grinning grips of sinking ships stranger danger doomsday devices, tick-tock, stop, watch, listen…
In the distance, rumbling in desert jungle concrete schoolyard funhouse mirror-minded mensch movements blossoming power flowering vine-ripened demonstrations, fertile tooth, blue ballads, Floyd boy pretty girls sure do make the most amazing claims on strings gold hearted mine shafts singing sultry and low, talkin’ bout "...my man treats me oh so..." meaning to get to the root of the disease, disuse, atrophied organ, piping in, critical speech after careful thought badgers’ brain states of action causes, fired pistons, labor quickens birth pangs, rebirth pains cause for celebration of spirit, human being happy for bright-eyed choices, amplified voices in the vacuum cleaner bags bursting at the seems like the only considerable course is to shake and shimmy, quake the pillars, toss the till, dancing in the streets until Babylon come down, down, down…
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